Souljas On My Feet

[Hook] I'ma roll to the rhythm and just bump to the beat And stomp with my motherfucking Souljas on my feet [Verse 1] Pay close attention, bow, face Hold up my nigga, I'm stringing up my shoe lace Black Soulja Reeboks, I been through some shit with 'em Got fresh pair when it's time to bust a fit with 'em And they hitting for {?} don't never say them bitches cheap And if gone sell that {?} you know you ton' make that creep And if a nigga got stomped in the dance That Nolia got the charge cause we never used our hands We left the Reebok print in a nigga face get bucked up off this boot up shit Now who the bitch in the hospital Colors on the motherfucking [?] So put it in a article cause I know y'all never seen nothing like that Nigga getting stomped by the whole Magnolia Soulja's Bitch I thought I told ya The last time in my last rhyme when I used to kick it 49 ('94) But now chilling, fucking with this so called [?] and caught a brother big dope dealing Troy he got that boy Slanging two Glocks by his motherfucking hips He said "Boys," he ain't believe in that Motherfucking gat I [?] I could see it, it's so easy he's bout to make us Do a 211 with a chrome AK-47 and the Mac-9, and a 38 I see you in heaven But yo I'm stunting cause hell is where I'm going I could see myself getting it right now [Hook] [Interlude] Damn, I forgot the rest of that motherfucking verse man You understand KL, I forgot the rest of the verse Oh I got it, I got it Here it is [Verse 2] Look I'm stranging up my Souljas real tight Cause ain't no telling what goes on, a nigga's on the flight, aight Some niggas running through the cut with K's and shit Representing they fucking sleds like Warren Mays and shit And I'm trying to get some shelter Cause ain't no motherfucking hallway gon' help you You know nephew, but them souljas was ready for that so went to banging back [?] I seen a [?] mac [?] [?] glass went in my fucking hand I caught some shelter, my Souljas, they was full of sand The house I'm in, this nigga said he had a Glock But them niggas got K's, I'm star poppin' till them niggas stop They try to get to their getaway car Look here, that bitch better not be far Cause if it is, the after effect ain't gonna be nothing nice I started popping nigga got spooked, dropped his merchandise Trying to run from a gun but he couldn't make it home Caught up with him, bust that bitch inside his fucking dome With the pistol and whistle down to [?] say "I got him" With a white t-shirt and a white pair of souljas how couldn't I spot him Now I got him on his knees begging me please Not to pump him [?] And left 'em stanking in the 6th street circle And after ten minutes, that nigga turned green and purple Now them Souljas wanted for manslaughter It's the year 2002, I could afford me a lawyer [Hook]